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Thursday.
Two days before the party.
It's all I have been thinking about lately. I don't know why my brain is so drawn to something of this classification. I usually despise social parties that are outside of family gathering party type things, if you can even label that as a party.
Even then, family gathering party type things are fucking hell on earth.
My Aunt and I being the outcasts of the family would do that to you. Although, we stopped going to family social events even before I started the dreadful process of what our society likes to call puberty.
Note taking is honestly the most mind numbing task on the planet, especially when the subject you're learning is so unbelievably irrelevant and tiresome to you. Like no, I don't want to acquire knowledge about evolution Chad, I want to go home and sleep, not pretend like I'm a scientist for an hour and some change.
I could give less of a fuck about how I got here and why I was chosen out of all the choices to be the one that was brought into this world.
I'm a literal menace to this stupid society, and I plan to stay that way.
Hopefully.
Science classes might actually be the cause of my demise, outside of maths and Na Jaemins stunningly good looks of course.
Whoever invented maths can disrespectfully off themselves for inventing such bullshit that needs to include letters and symbols too. Like what the fuck is that shit.
My mind wanders a lot when note taking if you couldn't tell. I'm not even listening to what our professor is saying, I'm just writing what is already written on the slides.
Science is not one of my strong suits, I'm very much one of those English kids.
A tap on my shoulder wiped all my thoughts away mid sentence.
It couldn't even be deemed as a tap, it was a full on shove.
My writing utensil moved off of my writing line, creating a smudge on my now not-so-white notebook paper.
I'm writing in fucking pen.
I sighed, feeling my eyes burn, trying to control my annoyance, turning around to the person that caused the smudge on my paper.
I locked eyes with a boy that arguably had the most purple pair of grape coloured eyes I've ever seen. It wasn't even a grape, more like a neon lavender purple.
